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Truly, it is the first completely springlike day this year. I went to the bank and the grocery store. Dressed as me on a spring day. Tra la la la la, la la la te dah.
I wasn't too befuzzled to get my math right at the bank, because my temporary boyfriend has not been as temporary as I thought he would be, making both bank and Starbuck's [!!!] somewhat less nerve-fryingly miserable destinations, and I didn't, I don't think, forget anything at the grocery store. Not senile at all today.
At the meat counter, I was remarking what a darn pretty day it is out there and the butcher said, looking straight into my eyes, "Yes, and sometimes it gets darn pretty in here, too." He strolled off, humming Brown Eyed Girl.
No. Really.
And, clearly, he's at least ten years younger than I am. Ha! I didn't do anything silly, but I didn't tell him I'm already taken either....
always and any time....
